Cooking with The Boy

I have to admit that my kids (all four of them) are usually great sports when it comes to any projects I ask them to get involved with.

(Eric would most likely insert the term "harebrained" somewhere in here, but that's not important right now. =D)

I especially love when they show enthusiasm in spite of not having all the details.

Me: "Adam, I need a mandolin to slice stuff. Will you come with me to the store?"

Adam (who has no idea what a mandolin is or what it's used for): "Absolutely!"

For the uninformed, a mandolin is a sleek device for slicing food quickly, expertly and uniformly. (This is the one I got - here's a link in case you're interested in getting your own.)


After the run to the cooking store and the mandolin purchase. . .

Adam: "What are we making this week, Mom?"

Me: "A tortilla. Not a 'tortilla,' but a 'tortilla.'"

Adam (who has no idea what I'm talking about or why): "Umm . . . well then, do I get to use the new mandolin??"  

I love that boy.


Tortilla mandolin

Adam and I are cooking over at Babalú today while simultaneously addressing that age-old cooking conundrum:

"When is a Tortilla NOT a Tortilla?"

Tortilla on a plate

If you know the answer, please leave a comment. ;-)